Stark sunlight,
Desolate fields, parks,
My shady tree longs for her:
Sweet Daphne,
With her books and smiles,
I wish for a time machine.
High above,
Is she, in Eden,
While I must still linger here.
Like Daphne,
No woman exists,
She is still my conqueror.
I am loved,
And adored a lot,
But Daphne remains Daphne!
Green and white,
And the seashore where,
She and I beat loneliness.
The waves long,
For her, just like me,
I make her smile from above.
For a while,
Life becomes lovely,
And grief fails to sadden me.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay long ago in memory of Daphne John. Posted on July 24, 2011).